The moment the students and Dragon left, the crowd behind Hoffa was in an uproar. They whistled excitedly, and some even stepped on the stools and threw their hats.
The noise was ear-piercing to Hoffa, and he was in a trance.
He was told by Professor Bohan to maintain fairness, but somehow, he became the center of the conflict.
William rushed forward excitedly, leading a group of students. He pulled Hoffa's arm and said excitedly, "Bach, you're amazing, amazing! I'll do anything you ask me to do in the future. You're amazing! "
The fanatical atmosphere drowned him, and he became an island in the waves. Hoffa pushed William away, and pushed away the hands that reached out to him. He looked at the admiring eyes and the teary-eyed girls. It was as if they would do anything for him as long as he gave the order.
But Hoffa did not feel the thrill of defeating the enemy. He only felt confusion and fear that was gradually drowned by the fanaticism. The atmosphere made him uneasy and depressed.
Why was he fighting?
.....
.....
The rain pitter-pattered on the bat statue on the top of the castle. It was late autumn rain, and it was unusually cold.
When the dragon training team walked to the entrance of the hall, Aglaia tried to look back at Hoffa, but found that he had been drowned by the crowd and was nowhere to be seen.
The flickering candles in the jack-o '-lanterns illuminated the side of her face. She didn't know if it was her imagination or if it was because of her Halloween makeup, but she felt that the school was like a demon's den, where demons were dancing.
She only turned back when Sherlock pulled her. She pursed her lips and silently followed the group into the rainy night.
The more she walked, the more she felt that something was wrong. She caught up with Miranda and asked, "Do you feel that the atmosphere in the school is strange?"
"Yes."
Miranda snorted briefly.
"I feel that the whole school is being torn apart."
Aglaia said, "Do you know what's going on?"
"You're asking me? How would I know? "
Miranda said lightly, "Why don't you ask your father? Isn't he a professor too?"
Aglaia was stunned. Looking at the tall and thin figure at the front of the team, the corner of his mouth twitched.
She had been training dragons for two months, but the man in front of her, who also had the surname Dracath, did not show any special behavior towards her. He did not even look at her.
As time went by, Aglaea began to doubt whether or not he was really a father, or even a member of her family.
Fatir stopped when she reached a fir tree in the depths of the forbidden forest. He turned around and looked at everyone expressionlessly. Everyone and their Fire Dragons immediately sat in a circle. They knew that the professor was about to speak.
Sure enough, when the students and the young fire dragon were seated, Dracath lit a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and said coldly, "You're right.
"This time, Dippet Principal summoned you back to school for no reason. I thought that one of you would inform me, but I didn't expect you to run back so excitedly.
Why don't you have your own opinions? Why didn't anyone inform me, hmm? "
Facing the teacher's reprimand, the students looked at each other. At this time, a boy stood up and said softly in a puzzled tone.
"I thought you knew, professor. Moreover, Dippet Principal wants us to be role models. What's wrong with that, professor? "
"Role models? Have you considered the feelings of those ordinary students?" Fatir frowned and asked, "They actually fought in the hall. Do they have any respect for the rules?"
"Then have they considered our feelings?" A boy asked unwillingly.
"We have crossed the Black Lake. For the past two months, we have been living in the open with dragons as companions. We have been living in fear and trepidation. We have suffered as much as anyone else. Why don't they understand? "
"It is understandable." Fatir said coldly, "But they don't need to understand. They just need an excuse to vent their anger at injustice. You can't give them that excuse. "
"I …" The boy was speechless.
"There are only a dozen dragons here. Do you want me to send one to each student?" Fatir continued to ask.
"Aiya." A student couldn't help but mutter, "Isn't it just a sparring match? What's the big deal?"
"What did you say?"
Fatir looked unkindly at the student who muttered. He was Gryffindor's Prefect. He had red hair and a tall figure.
"I said, it was just a sparring match."
Gryffindor's Prefect stood up. "Sherlock didn't hurt anyone. Bach didn't use his full strength either."
The students beside Gryffindor's Prefect nodded in agreement.
"That's right. It was just a game."
"It's boring not to fight."
"Professor, don't be angry. We have been raising dragons for so long. We have to learn how to cooperate with dragons in battle …"
"Enough! Do you think this is a joke? "
The young dragon was shocked by the stern man. He hissed and spat out sparks from his nostrils.
Fatir said sternly, "Every war starts like this. It was like this thirty years ago. It's the same now. Everyone thinks that they can control the conflict and stop at a certain point. But when the real beast is released, who can control it!? "
Everyone looked at each other and chose to remain silent.
Fatir continued, "Without stability, the social order will collapse. Without stability, everyone will struggle in a chaotic hell!"
At this moment, Sherlock stood up from the crowd and asked in a low voice, "Professor, even if you have to sacrifice your reputation, do you want to maintain stability?"
"Even if you have to sacrifice everything, you have to maintain stability."
Fatir was resolute.
Everyone lowered their heads and stopped talking.
Aglaia looked at her watch. A trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes. She didn't know why. She always felt that Fatir was too idealistic and unrealistic.
.....
Late at night.
Water droplets fell on the leaves. Aglaia lay under the tree and stared at the stars after the rainy night. Her fingers gently stroked the scales on her Welsh Green Dragon.
She heard the even breathing of the Welsh Green Dragon beside her. She looked at Miranda who was sleeping soundly beside the bonfire and then looked at Fatir who was under the tree.
It was a rare rest after a day of training.
If it was in the past, Aglaia would have fallen asleep immediately.
But tonight, the scene of Huo Fa being swallowed by the crowd kept flashing in her mind, and she couldn't get it out of her mind.
She thought of the speech that Dumbledore was arranged to give at the beginning of the school term and how he was pushed to the front of the stage as a representative tonight.
Aglaia didn't know what this meant. She didn't know if he could withstand such a huge pressure.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all.
After struggling for nearly two hours, she got up and came to Fatir's side.
She stood under the tree for a long time. She took a deep breath and stretched out her fingers, wanting to push her father's shoulder.
But before her fingertips touched him, Fatir opened his eyes and looked at her. There wasn't much emotion in his eyes. It was more of a kind of examination.
"What's the matter?" Fatir asked calmly.
Aglaia retracted her fingers.
After a moment of confrontation, she reached into her pocket and rubbed it. Then, she threw a crumpled letter in front of Fatir.
Fatir looked at the crumpled paper on the ground. He picked it up and opened it. It was a letter he sent back half a year ago.
"The letter you wrote to my mother."
Aglaia said coldly.
"And then?"
Fatir folded the letter and handed it back.
"What are you trying to say?"
Looking at the young-looking guy in front of her, Aglaia felt anger for no reason. She crossed her arms.
"I have doubts."
"About dragons?"
"No. I have doubts about you. "
"What are you doubting?"
Fatir frowned and said calmly.
Aglaia took a deep breath and said, "I wonder why you didn't accept Hoffa back then. He had already crossed the Black Lake."
Fatir widened his eyes slightly and looked at his daughter carefully. After a while, he rested his head and smiled, "He wasn't chosen by the dragons."
"Then can't you bring him along? If you think that maintaining stability is more important than anything else, he is a very good choice. Even without the dragons, he can still help you. "
"I know." Fatir closed his eyes.
"But some people can't be taught. Some people are destined to walk a different path from the moment they are born. Such people … "
Fatir's expression was a little lonely. He shook his head and said, "I don't dare to teach such people."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Rest early."
Fatir finished this sentence and crossed his arms in front of his stomach, as if he was going to sleep.
Looking at her father's cold and impatient look, Aglaia's face twitched twice. She turned around and sat by the bonfire, closing her eyes to rest.
She wasn't too surprised by this outcome. Over the past two months, their interactions had stopped at this level of awkwardness. To be honest, she had no hope in her relationship with her father.
She did not know how long had passed, but she gradually became sleepy. Normally, she would fall asleep easily. But this time, she could not fall asleep no matter what. She was very sleepy, but her body was resisting sleep. She rolled her eyes and fell into a half-awake state.
In the haze, she saw the students by the bonfire stand up, turning into a blurry shadow and whispering to each other. She took a closer look. It was her dream. Her classmates were all asleep.
But after a while, the students quietly got up again. She felt strange. Thinking about it carefully, it was still a dream. It was just a dream within a dream.
Just like this, she kept realizing that she was dreaming, but she could not wake up. She could not stop the dream.
In this cycle of dreams, she desperately tried to wake herself up. But her chest felt like it was being pressed by a thousand-pound rock, and she could not move.
Until a soft hum sounded in her ears.
Song: Birds in the middle of the night
Wild beasts sleep in the forest
Giant dragons ride the breeze and fly by
But a little creature lies nervously and refuses to close her eyes
Troubled by the stupidity, the netherworld, and the unknown.
You, my little baby, why are you so troubled.
The voice was ethereal and strange.
And it gradually covered her spiritual world with a layer of gorgeous colors, and dragged her to a warm cave. She stopped the endless cycle of dreams and fell straight down, no longer in pain.
Really …?
Aglaia bit her tongue. Blood filled the air. With great willpower, she got up from the ground and returned to reality.
She was covered in cold sweat, and her limbs were cold.
The cold autumn air circulated in her lungs. She was extremely awake.
She stood by the bonfire, but found that there were all kinds of small animals sitting by the bonfire.
Honey badgers, voles, cats, rattlesnakes …
Those small animals were shining with gorgeous colors. They looked rather gorgeous, but they were lifeless.
The eyes of the animals were fixed on the darkness of the forest. She followed their eyes and saw a figure standing in the rain-soaked forest.
The young dragons surrounded him, like stars surrounding the moon, and looked at him with great respect. They looked like fanatical fans looking at a singer.
The song: "After a moment of youth
The light is fading.
The stars are intertwined in the quiet night.
I want to leap over the edge of the dream.
To reach the endless wilderness that shocks everything. "
.....
He stroked a tree trunk, and the gentle singing came from his body.
Aglaia looked at the figure, and asked with a frown, "Hoffa …!?"
The singing stopped, and the person turned around. It was not Hoffa's face. Black hair, white skin, a complete stranger, or rather, he did not look like a human at all, but like a hazy ghost.
Turning around, a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes. He smiled and said, "As expected, it's hard to deal with a charming baby."
"Who are you?"
Aglaia asked.
"No one."
The stranger answered softly.
As he spoke, he walked towards Aglaia. The dragons followed behind him, their eyes locked on him.
When they passed by the bonfire, the small animals by the bonfire stood up and followed behind the dragons in neat rows.
Looking at the animals lined up in Zizi, Aglaia felt a sense of absurdity, because her classmates were gone, and now there were these animals.
"Come with me."
The man was getting closer.
"Where are my classmates?"
Aglaia took a step back and secretly pulled out her wand.
"Your classmates are waiting for you."
The man talked to himself. Aglaia took another step back and leaned against the tree trunk.
The man reached out his hand, his eyes shining. "So beautiful."
His pale and slender fingers reached for Aglaia's confused face. He turned his head and wanted to kiss her.
Locked by a certain enormous mental power, Aglaea leaned against the trunk, not daring to move at all. The wand was so heavy that she could not lift it.
In the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, and under the silent and solemn silver full moon. The unpredictable shadow grew longer and longer. In the tree trunk that was filled with the pomegranate oil's venom, the man's back slowly spread out like thorns. He gradually lost his human form and turned into a colorful dragon's shadow, its wings dancing in the air.
Aglaia's confusion turned into fear.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch her skin.
Fatir, who was sleeping under the tree, suddenly opened his eyes. He jumped up without hesitation and pounced over like a cheetah. He hugged Aglaia and pushed her away from the tree trunk.
Then he turned around, pulled out his wand, and threw it at the shadow.
An electric whip flashed in an arc, but it did not touch anything. The whip passed through the man's body as if it was passing through air.
The stranger retracted his hand and passed through Fatir's body calmly, passing through the tree trunk like a ghost.
The young fire dragon and the group of small animals followed behind him in a line, as obedient as tadpoles in the water.
Aglaea suddenly came back to herself. She got to her feet, picked up her wand, and chased after him. However, the moment she turned a corner, the man was nowhere to be seen. Together with the small animals, they all evaporated into the air.
"… Where are my classmates? Miranda, where's Sherlock? "
Aglaia looked around, "Wait, where's our fire dragon …?"
Fatir did not speak, he only looked at the depths of the Forbidden Forest solemnly.
Aglaia saw that he did not speak, and shouted anxiously and anxiously,
"Elizabeth!"
"Elizabeth!"
Elizabeth was the name of the Welsh green dragon. Aglaia thought of her fire dragon at the critical moment, she wanted to find her helper.
But no matter how she called, the green dragon that followed her for two months did not respond. Not only did the green dragon not respond, the other young dragons also lost their voices.
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